The Collected Letters, Volume 27

Countess R1 has been here this morning, (“as yellow as gowans” poor little thing, from the state of her liver—such a bother we have with
these livers) to ask what evening we would all come—Thursday Friday Saturday? Tell me can we?—make my respectful compliments to the Capt2 and say I will be obliged to him to let you come to me for the above mentioned purpose—and you can make me some telegraphic
communication at the Conversazione tomorrow evening—or otherwise—